THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU by Frank Emerson

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THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU Of all the letters associated with the American Civil War, two stand out as arguably the most beautiful and touching – certainly...

DON’T GO ANYWHERE by James Hanna

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Since retiring and moving to Florida, my wife, Mary, and I have become news junkies. This is not because we have more time to fill, but because the news has acquired the...

NOTES FROM THE FATHER FIELD by Lisa Romeo

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Notes from the Father Field by Lisa Romeo Though my father never touched the large-number cell phone I once gave him, I like to think that, if he’d lived longer, and had I the patience to...

SHATTERED AT FIVE – By L. B. Boe

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SHATTERED AT FIVEBy L.B. Boe Uncle Mike built an apartment for us in his basement where the four of us—Mom, my brother and sister, and I—lived while Daddy was...

THE TRANSCENDENT POWER OF BROTHERLY LOVE by Allen Maller

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God made human beings because God loves stories. (Elie Wiesel) There are all kinds of stories. Some are taken from reality and processed through inspiration, other rise up from an instant of...

THE DINNER TABLE by Frances Guerin

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The Dinner Table By Frances Guerin Dinner at 29 Alpha Road was a formal occasion. My family sat around an antique oak table...

THE SOWBELLY TRIO by James Hanna

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My wife, Mary, and I sit on the front porch of our Florida home. Mary is feeling nostalgic, so she asks me a syrupy question. I never feel very comfortable when Mary...

BIG AND BIGGER LIES: Did We All Just Fall Off the Turnip Truck? By...

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Recently I came across a magazine that featured photos of postcards inmates of the Nazi death camps at Lublin had written in the early 1940’s. The inmates were urged to send postcards...

ISOLATION by Cassandra O’Sullivan Sachar

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Isolation Cassandra O’Sullivan Sachar At 10:00 a.m., the tiny Alaskan village still sleeps in this unrelenting daylight. Not one walker crosses my path on my trek...

KNEADING OUR WAY HOME by Kris Haines-Sharp

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Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light...